“Sure baby, whatever you want" Dave said. I slide over the top of him and lay back so my head was to the side his. I felt so safe in his arms. “Pu... your hands on me Dave” I whispered. He took his hands and placed the over my breasts. He gently cupped each one and gave them both a squeeze. They were nicely shaped 36b’s and exceptionally smooth and soft. I moaned at his touch and I wriggled around by whole body feeling every part of Dave’s wonderful physique. I also slide my ass around to feeling. The smell of sex, her smell is floating in our room and I dive in once again. No hands. Not to pleasure her, this time, but to taste her. “This is how my pussy tastes when it is being fucked”. My wife holds my head with both hands, runs my face across her friend’s pussy. I never want this moment to end. His cock is next to my face. Should I? “Soon you’ll taste it after it’s been fucked”. I’m pulled away. “Keep going slowly. Make love to me”. Her entire body is covered except her breasts and. I called in at the supermarket on the way home from work. Julie wasn'ton the till as I paid for my shopping. I continued on home, stillthinking about my interview with HR. About the suggestion that I was ina trial period. The suggestion I hadn't even considered until then; thepossibility of surgery. I had never considered the idea of having avagina instead of a cock, and the more I thought about it, the less Iwanted such a transition. No. I knew that I was content to be a cross-dressing sissy.. I laughed until my stomach ached. When our interaction finally ended, I turned to face away from Dixon. Moments later, I felt Dixon’s torso up against my back.“Fuck, it's cold, buddy,” he then said, as I felt his warm breath against my neck. “Do you mind if I cuddle up next to you?”Totally bewildered, I uttered a murmur of consent before his arm moved over me and pulled me toward his torso. In the following few moments, Dixon also moved his hips forward and next to my backside. I could’ve sworn.